Alison Krauss - The storms are on the ocean

I'm g^Eboing aw^Abay to le^Ebave you love I'm g^Eboing awa^Bby for a w^Ebhile But I^Eb'll retu^Abrn to yo^Ebu sometime If I g^Ebo ten th^Bbousand m^Ebiles

The s^Abtorms are on the o^Ebcean The h^Ebeavens may c^Bbease to b^Ebe This w^Aborld may lose its mo^Ebtion, love If ^EbI prove f^Bbalse to t^Ebhee

Oh, ^Ebhave you s^Abeen those m^Ebournful doves Fl^Ebying from p^Bbine to pi^Ebne' They're ^Ebmourning f^Abor their o^Ebwn true love Just l^Ebike I m^Bbourn for m^Ebine

The s^Abtorms are on the o^Ebcean The h^Ebeavens may c^Bbease to b^Ebe This w^Aborld may lose its mo^Ebtion, love If ^EbI prove f^Bbalse to t^Ebhee

I've cr^Ebied myse^Ablf to sl^Ebeep each night ^EbThinking o^Bbnly of ^Ebyou ^EbI wonder ^Abif you'll ^Ebwait for me ^EbTo me are ^Bbyou still ^Ebtrue'

I'll n^Ebever go ^Abback on the ^Ebocean, love I'll n^Ebever go b^Bback on the s^Ebea No n^Ebever go b^Aback on this bl^Ebue-eyed girl ^EbSay you'll a^Bblways love ^Ebme

The s^Abtorms are on the o^Ebcean The h^Ebeavens may c^Bbease to b^Ebe This w^Aborld may lose its mo^Ebtion, love If ^EbI prove f^Bbalse to t^Ebhee.